Oblivion's Jest Poetry#001
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The First Play: Forgotten Plains
Father sun had resigned
Closing his eyes in lady Night’s veil
Embroidered in countless stars
Gently covering the azure throne
Slim figure in dark robe
Trod upon the desolated lands
What would he seek therein?
Within the endless dark
Were lukewarm fire
Alone, the final frontier against the blackness
A figure sat upon the vicinity
Fiddling his string
Reciting nostalgic tunes
Then…he spoke
“Good evening traveler
What faraway land did thee came from?
Wouldst it the land of red sands
Or the great walls of Holy Land?
Where ever thee came from
For whatever reasons thee travel to
This God forsaken land
T’is intrigued our curiosity
O’ adventurer, we are Ettram Llium
The travelling bard, at thine service
May we quench our curiosity?
Be tell us thine noble quest”
Thus the figure in black spoke:
“O’ muse of the past
I am here by the order of my King
To this forgotten plain
Called ‘Oblivion’
O’ muse of the present
I am condemned to this fate
As per order of my beloved King
No grudge I keep
O’ muse, let me tell you my story
Should you find it proper
Then sing of me
So I won’t fall into oblivion
….which is…worse than fiery hell itself
My tale began in joy
I am of noble line, as you might guessed
Fated to guard the royal family
The moment I saw my future king
I knew he would surpass even the great hero himself
Therefore I pledged my life and soul solely for His Majesty
Sorrow followed suit
Bad omen on the coronation day
Rumors spread, illness and locusts stroke
They stroke harder than the strongest enemies
Even flourishing kingdom overseas succumbed
What omen you asked?
T’was raven hovering over the castle
Not one, but many, in wait of flesh and blood
The whole kingdom panicked
The King was accused for doing the Unforgivable
That was, of course, nonsense
Questioning our friendship, the old coots
Unable to bear it any longer
I parted ways with my beloved King
Let no one bear the suffering but me
Here I am, on the forgotten plains
Seeking place to die”
It was silent then
Only the sounds of sparks
From the dancing fire
The bard strummed his string
And said:
“Alas my friend, it seems we shall be alone again ‘morrow
For thou shalt continue to walk toward Oblivion
Where forsaken and forgotten ones go
Yes indeed, tis worse than fiery hell itself
Be brave my friend,
For we shall accompany you tonight
With story of old
Though alas, t’is not less tragic than thine
T’is the only fitting story for those entering Oblivion…”
Paranoidmode : I know I mentioned this before and I'll keep on hassling you with this before you can enjoy these works, if you ever find yourselves in this page.
The First Play: Forgotten Plains
Father sun had resigned
Closing his eyes in lady Night’s veil
Embroidered in countless stars
Gently covering the azure throne
Slim figure in dark robe
Trod upon the desolated lands
What would he seek therein?
Within the endless dark
Were lukewarm fire
Alone, the final frontier against the blackness
A figure sat upon the vicinity
Fiddling his string
Reciting nostalgic tunes
Then…he spoke
“Good evening traveler
What faraway land did thee came from?
Wouldst it the land of red sands
Or the great walls of Holy Land?
Where ever thee came from
For whatever reasons thee travel to
This God forsaken land
T’is intrigued our curiosity
O’ adventurer, we are Ettram Llium
The travelling bard, at thine service
May we quench our curiosity?
Be tell us thine noble quest”
Thus the figure in black spoke:
“O’ muse of the past
I am here by the order of my King
To this forgotten plain
Called ‘Oblivion’
O’ muse of the present
I am condemned to this fate
As per order of my beloved King
No grudge I keep
O’ muse, let me tell you my story
Should you find it proper
Then sing of me
So I won’t fall into oblivion
….which is…worse than fiery hell itself
My tale began in joy
I am of noble line, as you might guessed
Fated to guard the royal family
The moment I saw my future king
I knew he would surpass even the great hero himself
Therefore I pledged my life and soul solely for His Majesty
Sorrow followed suit
Bad omen on the coronation day
Rumors spread, illness and locusts stroke
They stroke harder than the strongest enemies
Even flourishing kingdom overseas succumbed
What omen you asked?
T’was raven hovering over the castle
Not one, but many, in wait of flesh and blood
The whole kingdom panicked
The King was accused for doing the Unforgivable
That was, of course, nonsense
Questioning our friendship, the old coots
Unable to bear it any longer
I parted ways with my beloved King
Let no one bear the suffering but me
Here I am, on the forgotten plains
Seeking place to die”
It was silent then
Only the sounds of sparks
From the dancing fire
The bard strummed his string
And said:
“Alas my friend, it seems we shall be alone again ‘morrow
For thou shalt continue to walk toward Oblivion
Where forsaken and forgotten ones go
Yes indeed, tis worse than fiery hell itself
Be brave my friend,
For we shall accompany you tonight
With story of old
Though alas, t’is not less tragic than thine
T’is the only fitting story for those entering Oblivion…”